Meat meat meat meat. Last night for dinner I had a pork loin stuffed with Gorgonzola and bacon. I'm lovin' it and I don't mean McDonalds!
I think it's going to pastaramatime when we get to Rome. Just so I stop sweating pork seasonings... Hmmm poooorrrk.
Oh, there seem to be two types of Czechs. Those who are incredibly nice and helpful and those who think I am a piece of shit that speaks. Twice today I was Mr Lucky Guy and managed to choose two of the (thankfully very rare) people who think I'm Mr Poopy Guy. But, at least I got a watch (left mine at home) and we had a nice trip to see Charles the IV's summer home. I'll leave that to Angela to blog. But here are two pictures.

Oops, sorry. One quick note on the picture below. This is picture number 2 of the same subject (that subject being us). Angela made us take a second picture because in the first one (and I quote) "I'm not cute."....

And my post just keeps going. So, um, yeah. Angela has an "issue" with our beds. We have 1 pillow, 1 duvet, and 1 bed cover/blanket. The duvet is folded in a way that she finds offensive (no really, I'm not kidding). Her rational is that it takes work to go to bed (having to pull back the cover, arrange the duvet, put it back) and therefor they should not fold it that way. She has ... what's the word ... mentioned? no, discussed? no, complained? Yes. COMPLAINED about it every night we've been here...
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I was catching up on some older posts & figured, from the title, that this one must be written by James. Very fun to read about your travels (even after the fact).
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